There are millions of praises you have heard of
And millions of bad murmurs are not the exception too
Praises are never thrown away, people value it
What about those murmurs that would explode your ear drums if you got to hear them?
You would like to kill him right at the moment, right?
Now, let’s keep both of them away
I hate them.
You can talk of why I am awesome but I don’t care about it
But don’t comment on bad things I have and try to make a topic of the conversation
Because no one has same judgement on the same thing
What you think bad is good for some other people
Go on!!! Talk, make BAD ME the thought for the day
But let me tell you that make sure I don’t hear them or suspect them either.
No, no! No way… one day I will definitely get it if you dare talk about it
I will look for the vengeance for sure.
I don’t praise or condemn you.
I won’t praise you, I will utter to the god that you are great
But if I ever condemn you, just know that
I have heard you condemning me
By that time I would have avenged you already.
If it’s a freedom for you to praise or condemn me, it’s fine
But to praise or condemn me is not your freedom.
That’s why, I write this when heart becomes a hell.
